I can see my father standing there so tall and handsome and reciting this poem to me. We especially loved the first two lines.
My late boyfriend gave my mother a tree identification book. She loves a beautiful tree.
A tree is a brain rooted to the earth. I wish trees could walk.
The Blue Jays and the Woodpeckers are battling it out in the Oak tree in my backyard. They are noisy.
I like to hug a tree and imagine that it could talk to me. I would hope it isn't afraid of me like other forms of life in the forest.
Taking a nap under a tree is one of the pleasures of life. I am always glad when I wake up in the same place with the tree watching over me.
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Can make a tree, I think it’s odd
It’s only dogs that can feel free
To use a tree to take a pee.
I have no very strong ambition
To advertise my social position
To use a tree to make my mark.
But, at times, demands are stark
When my bladder screams in strain
I’d love relief from urine pain
To use a tree just like a dog.
Would this, you think, set God agog?
We have, behind a tree, had peed.
Although the cops dislike this deed,
It fills a very urgent need.
And trees, I really suspect,
Do not mind this liquid effect
Whether or not we really oughta
It helps a bit to donate water.
Is happy with our urination.
But, gift horses and their mouth
And other organs further south
Perhaps belie closer inspection
Whatever source or direction
When donations come their way.
Concerning trees, it's hard to say.
My train of thought
Peeing on trees?
Yes, we ought.
r.
Naps always disorient me and when I wake up kind of fuzzy I remember I am out in a beautiful place under a tree I am thankful to get back from my dreaming of odd places and be in the physical world of trees again.
This reminded me of it and loved the photos
HUGGGGGGGGGGG
~R~